Ladybug walked around the apartment in awe. It was perfect. The lounge was decorated to her taste, as though he knew exactly what would please her. The sofa looked so comfortable she couldn't help daydream about the amount of time they would spend cuddling up watching films on the giant flat screen television. Oh, she didn't notice that the first time she looked. It was positioned above the fireplace on the feature wall of the lounge.

Next to the impressive cinema set was the most impressive word art. Swirling around, with her signature pink and black flowers, we're the words which meant everything to them.

Us against the world.

Giggling like a schoolgirl, Ladybug jumped into her fiancé's arms as he spun her around, burying his head into her neck as she peppered kisses all over his face. He couldn't help joining along with her. Celebrating their new home together. Yes, it was meant to be somewhere they arrived back to after their wedding, and yes, of course he had a grand plan and a huge bow to attach to the door. But she needed somewhere, and this was as much hers as his.

There were still a couple of rooms to be decorated, their master bedroom being one, along with her wedding present, her very own design studio.

"Let me show you the guest room."

He grabbed her legs and attached them to his waist as he walked down the hallway and onto a second floor.

"It has two floors!" Her voice was high shrieking, making him wince. He never knew he was marrying one of the Chipette's.

"Only the best for my Bugaboo."

"This is too much, Chat. How can we possibly afford this?"

Chat's cheeks went pink as he tried to shrug. The movement was hard in their current situation and her biceps got squished between his chin and shoulder.

"Chat, look at me," She said.

He turned his head as he continued maneuvering them up the sweeping glass case staircase.

"Chat Noir, look at me this instant."

He shyly turned his head to meet her blue eyes. How had he never matched these to his Marinette?

"What did you do?" She continued.

"I may, or may not, have gone to see Chloe."

"And?"

"And, well," he placed her down at the top of the staircase and scratched the back of his neck. A nervous habit she began to recognise. "I may have said, we needed to make sure we have some sort of security. Some sort of home."

Ladybug crossed her arms and continued staring at him.

"Are you trying to give away our identities?"

"I just asked for a list of all penthouses available with balconies coming up for sale, and asked for complete discretion on which I eventually bought. It was agreed on, and then it became our wedding present."

Ladybug squinted at him. Something wasn't adding up.

"So, she's giving LadyNoir an apartment even though she hates us?"

He squirmed again.

"Actually, she's given a civilian Chat Noir and his wonderful civilian wife to be an apartment as an apology for past mistakes."

Ladybug looked at him again. Did she really think she could buy her way back into her life? Wait - Did she know who the civilian Ladybug was?

"Did you - did you tell her who you're marrying?"

He turned his face back to Ladybug and smiled at her.

"I bet you can't guess how much I love you."

"Quit changing the subject! Does ... she ... know?"

"She knows."

"Chat!" She punched him in the shoulder, causing him to stumble backwards to the edge of the stairs. Chat looked behind him, noticing how close he was to taking a tumble.

"Push me down there and I'm having you for animal cruelty. I have quite a case on you now, you know."

"Chat!" She shouted again.

He moved back onto the landing and away from the staircase edge.

"It seems when I mentioned your name, you two had a bit of a past and well she wants to make it up to you."

"I don't believe what you just said, but still this is far too much." Ladybug continued walking and stopped at an open door. Bathroom number one of many, she suspected.

White marble tiles aligned the walls with a black splash randomly flicked through them. Black sparkly tiles taking over the floor, and a double sided free standing bath with a separate shower, sink and toilet. It was stunning, but not as much as the view. The bath was positioned in front of a floor to ceiling window that looked out over Paris. She could imagine evenings with a glass of wine, bubbles and a hot blonde keeping her company in there. This was heaven on Earth.

"Perhaps you can make use of this bath whilst you're here," Chat moved behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders, "help the healing process."

"It's beautiful, Chat." Her voice was a whisper as she tried to gather her emotions together, today had certainly been a mix cx. "Are you sure we can have this because now I've seen it I don't ever want to leave."

He turned her to face him, placing hands on either cheek, caressing her slowly, careful if his claws.

"It's ours, LB, this is our home."

"You are wonderful. What did I ever do to deserve you?" She said, looking into his beautiful eyes. She couldn't wait to see them out of his transformation. To know those green emeralds were her special jewels.

"You were born." He said, before bending down and placing a kiss on her soft lips.

When Adrien went to visit Chloe about the wedding reception, he put forth the idea about a secured place himself and his wife could live, Chloe was incredibly helpful. Apparently, she saw it as a way of healing her friendship with Adrien, along with starting one with Marinette. Adrien meant a lot to her and she wanted to prove it.

"You are so cheesy and I love you so much."

She stretched up on her toes and kissed him again. The sweet caresses of their lips meeting washed away any type of fear she had. Even if her parents never came around she would have him and she was quite sure it would be everything she'd need for the rest of her life.

"Now, come on, you need to see where you'll be staying before we move in together."

"You mean, you're not going to move in with me?"

"Not yet, Bugaboo. You can have the time here to heal and just get away from your parents for a bit."

She let out a sigh again. She still was coming to terms with the fact her father was pretty much against it. But what could she do? She'd made up her mind, and even though she was only eight percent sure she knew who he was behind the mask, he was her Chaton, her partner and the one person in the whole world who she trusted more than herself.

Chat led her down the hall and opened the guest room. It was glorious. Chocolate brown and beige, a king sized bed, an en-suite and another fantastic view of Paris. This was beyond anything, and it was just the guest suite.

"Oh, Minou!"

"You like it then?" He asked.

"How did you find such a perfectly wonderful place. You are just," she shook her head, "I can't even explain what you are."

"A God would serve me well." He exclaimed, puffing out his chest.

She burst out laughing and hugged him again.

"You're a big head. Seriously, if your head gets any bigger you won't fit through the door."

He laughed as he hugged her back.

"When you know who I am you won't be saying the same thing. I'm just living up to the hype in costume." He let her go and stepped back.

"I've got to go," he said, "you relax, get Tikki to do her magic on your leg and take a nice hot bath. The one in the en-suite is spectacular too, depending on which view of the city you want." He dropped her a wink. "There are towels already in each bathroom, and not to sound too much like the Beast, but stay out of the West Wing. I'm still working on those rooms."

"You? As in doing it yourself?"

He nodded proudly at her.

"I've got a bit of a decorative hand to me, and I love putting a smile on your face." He stepped forward and placed a kiss on her head. "I'll be back around seven with supplies for you, and I'll get us something to eat. We can have a date night."

She smiled. This was actually happening. A date night, in their home. Somebody needed to pinch her.

"Can you bring take out? I don't feel like cooking."

"Sushi?"

"You know me too well."

She kissed him on the lips again, and if she didn't stop he knew he'd never leave. He had things he needed to do, and there was no way he was avoiding them.

"I'll see you later, M'Lady." He took her hand and placed a kiss onto the back of it.

Heading down the stairs he looked back up at her one last time before bounding out onto the Parisian rooftops, one destination on his mind.

As he dropped into the alleyway he'd used many times to transform during his college days, and released Plagg out of his ring, returning to model citizen Adrien Agreste.

"So what's the plan?" Plagg floated nearby as Adrien passed him a slice of mature cheddar. After Plagg's 'experiment' with Marinette, he had been banned from Camembert until the wedding day. However, he was happy to say he did actually receive a bit of a buzz from the codeine and he'd gladly do it again.

"I'm going to talk to Tom and Sabine."

"Is that a good idea?"

"She's distraught, Plagg, and I know they wouldn't mean what they said. They'll want to be there."

"So you're going to what? Reveal yourself?" Plagg asked.

"Yeah." He answered.

Adrien began to walk towards the patisserie, Plagg hiding away in his pocket.

"Good luck, Kid."

He crossed the street and made his way to the bakery door, only to find it was closed. He walked round to the side entrance and made his way up the stairs. Reaching the apartment door he raised one hand before stopping.

"Plagg, claws out."

If he was going to do this, he was doing it right. Fisting his hand, he knocked on the door. Within ten seconds he was faced with two emotional parents.

"I think we need to talk."